Fashion victim

You know how just a few years ago we were wearing pants with like 11 inch zippers and no one thought our butt cheeks looked like smashed bananas? Then a few years later our zippers got as short as 3 inches, and we were baring not only our belly buttons, but also our cracks and way too many muffin tops, and again, no one said "ahem, ladies, what were you thinking?" Trends come and go, they become so common that we cease to see their ridiculousness. Remember 1996 when we were all wearing Mac Diva matte lipstick. We looked like walking corpses. Really glamourous corpses. Of course in a few years, I'm going to be laughing at the barely there lip glosses we've been wearing for the last 5 years.

So here it is. The latest trend that I find vaguely revolting, but I've given in, joined the club, sold my soul. Toms shoes. They are so ugly they are cute. They look like I should be wearing them to wash my sarong by a dirty river. AND they're for a good cause! They remind me of the espadrilles that my mom and I wore in the mid-80's with our Laura Ashley dresses and Pappagallo jumpsuits. (oy) I bought two pairs yesterday at Picket Fences on Larchmont. A red pair and a silver glitter pair. I went online and saw this cute pink seersucker pair with rope soles, that I'm pretty sure I'm going to order today. On the one hand they are SUPER comfortable, and come in cute colors, and there is the whole for a good cause thing. For every pair we buy, Toms gives a pair of shoes to a child in a developing country who has no shoes. On the other hand I know in my heart of heart that they are f'ugly, and I will laugh at them some day.

Before Jack was born, I didn't have one pair of flats, not even boots. I wore heels every day. I owned one pair of tennis shoes but they were more of a fashion statement than an actual comfortable athletic support shoe. Oh the times they are a changing. Next stop nursing clogs....